Face the facts..I've knock myself of the tracks...as i rack up this hate...i take this life to the max...as i show every1 my thoughts...as i write down my feelings...i place myself back in the pack...not leading or ending just riding along the gang...waiting to hear the bang of the gun...I'm no less then u or no more then u...I'm just me and thats all I'll be...cant u see that I'm going to survive even if i have too die...its only one eye to see my path...only 2 legs to walk the way i see...and yet i cant move along this path to my last resort...my mind wants me to keep going but my soul wants me to abort...yet nothing controls my movement...my numb sensation of the gun in the palm of my hand...as i pull the trigger i hear a bang...forgetting to aim at my head...for now i should be dead...is this just a mistake...is this just wat was suppose to happen...was this just my way of life...was i meant to die...was i meant to be alive...i don't know...as i drop to the ground and cry my eyes begin to hurt...as i look at the mark i made in the dirt i give up my decisions to give up and turn around and follow this path...this direction to a new life...
